Peaked...

Can I just say I feel like I've reached the peak....
This tumultuous epoch has finally started to simmer down.
I've bashed against the waves, ran through the currents.
Deep, I've gone quite deep into quiet waters.
Though calmer, safety is still not assured.
Drowning, sharks, hypothermia, and whatever the fuck.
Only thing left to do is to ride it out.
Let it roll, Let it flow, Let it grow.
Hopefully to be cast ashore.

I have to finish reading Gangster of Love...Beatnik Poetry is floating in my gray matter.